Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-08-05
THE MOTIVES OF SIN.
who GallantIy Offer Seats to
Pretty Women I'm the Cars.


1t was on the elevated. A your g
angel with new spring suit and an in
dependent set of the shoulders had no
idea that voice could be heard above
the rattle of the cars as as she talked
to second young angel in a
pink and green bonnet and an Eas-
ter smile. They embarked at Twen-
ty-third street. AS several hundred
other persons were in the cars, there
was about as much room left for them
as there would be for pair of hum
ming birds in a box of sardines. Three
gallants saw that they were pretty,
and sprang up to give them seats.
The one with the Easter smile was
just about to perform the simultaneous
sit down and thank you" act, when
the one with the Independent should
ers held her companion up with one
hand, grabbed strap with the other,
and said, "No, thanks we can stand"
Don't you take it, Lille" she
whispered. They're only offering it
to you because you're good looking,
and then they'll stand and grin at you
all the way up. If they won't give
up the seats because it's a lady,
whether she's pretty or not, then let
them keep them, / say. used to
think men were awfully kind and
courteous to the ladies in Now York
cars, but I've found out better"
why, Mollie, what makes you
talk SO? I'm sure you never have to
stand"
''Of course you don't; you're pref
ty. Neither do l. except when par
ticularly need to sit down, and then l
might stand all day, for all the gentle
men in the New York cars care. If
Pm just st rting down town and feel
ing bright and lively, and don't care
whether have seat or not, as soon
as get into car half dozen young
jackanapes are up on their feet, bow
ing and asking if won't take this
seat or that seat. But Just let me
be tired to death and stupid feeling
and looking, with the color out of my
face, no dimples in my cheeks, and
bundles in my arms. Not one of them
moves. They just look up at me. say
to themselves, Huh, not much to
look at and then they are too busy
reading their papers to see me if
l dropped. You know Jack and
his wife-how pretty she is?
Well, she's been sick, and she
looks dreadful. The other day Jack
and l brought her in from the country
and we had to take the elevated up
home. She could never have stood
the long ride in the carriage. Before
we got in she said: oh, it's all right
if the cars are crowded. l always get
a seat Well, the cars were not very
crowded, but all the seats were
full; and did she get one of
them? She did after awhile,
but it was another lady who gave it to
her. She just chung to Jack and cried
against his coat sleeve, she was pain
ing so, and the men looked at her as
though she might be a show, but she
was too sick and tired to bel city, and
not one of them offered her a seat.
The same thing happened yesterday.
She and Jack were down town and
she got all tired out; but she
had to stand almost all the way
home, until some lady saw how she
was suffering and gave her seat.
Wait till she's we'll and pretty again
and they'll all be jumping up to let
her sit down. But it won't be from
politeness. 1t will be because they
like to put good looking woman
under obligations to Them"
well, never thought of it before
bnt it's SO, know. They won't get
me under any obligations to them af-
ter this until l am not able to stand,
declared she of the Easter smile.
"And when you get that way none
Of them will offer you seat" re-
torted the independent shoulders, as
both girls left the car at the station.-I
New York Sun.